This is a song about "That feel when your wife don t listen"

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

When you're sitting there watching your wife wither away,

When you fuck up there is a reason dont blame your wife

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

By the phone, no call

You don;t thin anymore

Days when i look into your irises you make me feel

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

How do you think that sounds when they turn on and listen,

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/